Friends don't let friends live near cemetaries

So...I had a pretty interesting day yesterday. Beatrice, who also lives in Bourcefranc and was one of the few students to stick around seeing as how her family lives in Martinique, came over to visit. We finalized our plans for going to Carcassonne on Wednesday (oh yeah...I'm going to Carcassonne on Wednesday, a very well preserved medieval town...yay!). We then decided that we were hungry so we walked across town to Buffalo Grill. That's right. It's called Buffalo Grill...in France. And you can wear these awesome paper hats that vaguely resemble indian headdresses. It tries for the whole "American West" vibe...and it actually manages to carry it off for the most part. They even had country music playing. So I ordered an "Arizona Burger" because I haven't eaten beef in a long time and what a burger it was! The beef was less like a burger and more like a steak. Which was fine with me. And I ordered un coca (a coke) which came in a bottle and tasted way better than I remember coke tasting. But anyhoo, after Buffalo Grill, we walked back to Beatrice's apartment. Here we enjoyed some French television. First, we watched Les Simpson (hilarious in french...especially since I've already seen most of the episodes) and then we watched Hellboy...in French. Now, I know that Hellboy is not a scary movie...but if you have a sensitive imagination like mine, the thought of walking a mile home in the dark at midnight after such a movie is not particularly appealing. Especially since Beatrice lives right next to a cemetary. Especially since it is almost Toussaint (all saint's day). In fact, after the movie, we opened up the skylight and looked at the cemetary in the moonlight. We both simultaneously decided that I would be staying the night. We then watched the Naked Chef...that British guy...try to reform school cafeterias in Britain. I fell asleep shortly afterwards and remembered no more. I woke up this morning to the rain. It figures. We could not go so many beautiful days without having a day or two of rain to mar an otherwise perfect streak of weather. So, I borrowed an umbrella and enjoyed a leisurely walk in the rain back to my apartment. I am starting to get too used to this slower pace of life. I'm never going to make it when I go back to America...